Audra Rhuios, High Commissioner of Milove Raion and most important individual for a thousand miles, did her best to hide her distaste as she was offered the boiled head of a goat on a burnished platter. The lamia offering it to her smiled, showing her sharp teeth, and nodded at the dead, staring eyes. Looking from meal to monster, Audra closed her eyes and took a deep, depressed breath. The Kingdoms of Djaro and Vakhtan, and their strategic locations on the eastern mountain passes, were worth more to the Empire than any minor discomfort Audra might have had.
It wasn’t as if Audra hadn’t been in rough situations before! She’d led one of the most decorated cavalry contingents of the era in one of the most terrible wars in history, through distressing defeats to the most glorious of victories. She’d been shot at, stabbed, exploded, poisoned, strangled, and slandered, in order of seriousness, but she’d never backed down from the challenges in front of her. Audra knew that she was part of a vast body politic, headed by the most beautiful monarch in the world. Almost anything she did that brought comfort to the Empress was worth it.
Or so Audra consoled herself as she pulled out an eyeball between two timid fingers and stuck it into her mouth. Her teeth sliced through it, releasing a sweet, meaty taste with a jelly-like consistency on her tongue. The lamia watched for Audra’s reaction, her stare more disconcerting than her near-nudity, and the Imperial official smiled weakly as she swallowed. The servant clapped and let out an ululating wail, which the hundreds of other lamia around took up and amplified.
The serving lamia slithered off, her long tail dragging in the soft dust beneath her. Audra leaned back on the throne she’d been given, a massive affair of gold and precious gems, with seats for two individuals on it. The whole thing glittered with the light of the dozens of bonfires and cooking fires that made the mighty plain the feast was taking place on seem like the site of a wildfire.
A sigh escaped Audra’s lips when she thought no one was looking at her, a situation that was getting more and more common the deeper the crowds of notables got into their cups. It left Audra, not nearly as drunk as the average party-goer, feeling isolated and lonely. “I wish I was with you, Tuuli…” she mumbled. But hadn’t it been she who sent Audra here in the first place? The moody commissioner let the memories of that day come back to her.
*****
The New Palace, recently built to celebrate the victories of the Third Elf-home, was a perfect fusion of elvish design and human craft. Mythological, historical, and allegorical themes covered most surfaces, fountains cooled little plazas in the summer, and in the harsher winter ingenious craft warmed vast halls from furnaces. It was a marvel, and the men whose fathers had taken in the elves so many centuries before were convinced the admixture of the two had created a stronger domain for both kinds, a sentiment the elves too believed.
Between the crowds of servants and chatting nobles moved a tall elvish woman, dressed in the tight riding uniform of a Hussar Colonel. The dark blue of her coat was covered in bright brass buttons and a dozen different medals, some older than a few of the humans watching her walk by. She walked with a certain, military stride, the heels of her riding boots clacking on the stone flooring.
“It’s Rhuios…” whispered one noble to another, causing a wave of displeasure to go through the crowds.
“She’s back?”
“I thought she was still in the New World! Oh no…”
“Quick, everyone check your account books before she does, haha!”
Of course she heard the whispers. Few elves had ears as sharp as Audra Rhuios. Ears that had kept her alive during the great wars against the Necromancer’s League, she wanted to snap back to some of the most self-satisfied, but Audra kept her eyes forward. Her enemies, not few in number, thought her arrogant, but Audra just knew her own value as part of the body politic, and theirs as well. Let them hiss at her, but in times of great civic peril, she would lead at least some of them to victory.
The Empress had also asked her to hold her sharp tongue, and if Empress Tuuli asked Audra something, she would do it.
Empress Tuuli was why Audra was at the palace anyway. Audra had only recently returned to the capital after a few years abroad, seeing how technology and society was changing outside of Elf-home. But only a few days after her return, she had received an invitation to speak with the Empress privately. She could even smell Tuuli on the letter – she hadn’t dictated it to a scribe! The invitation had sent Audra floating in joy, hugging the letter to her chest.
As Audra strode through the corridors of the palace, her chest tight both from her uniform and her feelings, she thought about what she would say. She knew she had to tell her feelings. The Empress hadn’t had a spouse for many decades, Audra was the scion of a leading elven house, the half-elven lines of descent were safe… Audra rehearsed her arguments, but she knew they weren’t quite real. Her argument would be that she loved the Empress, had loved her her entire life, and desired only to hold the object of her devotion.
How many times over the years had Audra and Tuuli been alone together, or reading poetry from the ancient masters and new bloods, or dancing together to the sounds of singing birds? And yet Audra had yet to tell the Empress just how deeply she lived in Audra’s heart. She wanted to hold that beautiful body against her own in the dim glow of candlelight, whisper in her ear how much she was adored, and then plow herself into her sovereign.
The stirring in Audra’s loins made her swallow in her dry throat. Audra knew the jokes that men made about the hermaphrodites among the elves. “No men among elves, but they got guns aplenty between their legs!” the vulgar masses laughed, and even noble couples of wives or hermaphrodites with human husbands chuckled at it!
Audra didn’t like chuckles at her expense. She was a model of propriety, of manners, of decorum . Not for her the bawdy ribaldry that lesser men indulged themselves with, when she had all the masters of millennia past to edify her intellect and train her passions towards their rational ends! Civilization was built on the traditions of the past, and Audra did her best to live up to the most chaste and romantic ideals of elven poetry.
But as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Audra’s pants were getting tighter. Stopping at an intersection, Audra bit her lip. Taking out her pocket watch, she saw she still had half an hour until she was supposed to be with the Empress. Looking around, to make sure no one was paying attention to her, she ducked into a small parlor, and locked the door behind her. Grabbing a (thankfully clean) spittoon, she sat down on a couch and unbuttoned her trousers.
Audra’s dick shot up from her crotch, her thick foreskin wrinkled and bundled around the head and precum already beading at the mouth of her fleshy tunnel. It was always distasteful when she had to resort to masturbation. Maybe other elves had fewer qualms about it, especially with the lewd thoughts of men affecting them, but Audra always felt it was a lack of self-discipline. No one in the poems of the past jerked off! But thinking of the Empress, and how soft her body would feel under Audra’s hand, it made her cock stiffen painfully.
She knew what her friend Rowdy would tell her to do. “Find a maid and put a happy little half-elven bastard in her. Goddess knows plenty of other elves have done the same!” But Audra had to stay above that kind of behavior. If she wanted the Empress to requite her feelings openly, Audra needed to have the most impeccable reputation!
Taking off her white gloves, Audra gripped the organ, her fingers barely reaching around the shaft, her palm only covering a small portion of the length, and started sliding her hand up and down. Keeping her cock aimed at the spittoon, so as not to get any cum on her uniform, Audra slowly fell into the rhythm of pumping her cock. Her hand pulled back her foreskin, revealing the fat, mushroom-shaped head of her cock, before it rolled forward to cover the head again. Exposing her sensitive head to the air of the parlor made Audra shiver.
Audra knew she wasn’t lacking compared to others. Even Rowdy had complimented her on her package, the one time they’d masturbated together. But it hadn’t made Audra happy. It made hiding her erections harder, it made more people snicker at her, it made the maids of her house flirt scandalously with her! All those distractions, trying to get between Audra and the love of her life, the sun in her sky.
Not once had Audra ever fallen for the wiles of women or the enticements of men. Her heart was with her Empress, and the moments she spent with her were the joy of Audra’s memories. But if she could have more! Audra thought of her hands running over the Empress’ shoulders, sliding her almost sheer white dress off, revealing her flawless, gleaming gem of a body to Audra’s gaze. The elf bit her lip as she thought of her hands rolling over the Empress’ breasts. She knew she shouldn’t be jerking off to it, but it would be so wonderful!
No, no bourgeois daughter, fawning over Audra’s military accomplishments, could compare with Tuuli’s radiance, no matter how cow-titted she was, or how ripe for breeding, or how hard they made her! They had tempted her! Oh, how Audra had been tempted over the decades by others, how they whispered in her ears the sweet ministrations they would lay on Audra’s body, how they’d worship her and bring her to the heights of lusty pleasure. If there was one thing Audra would never doubt, it was the ability for non-elves to turn their imagination to lewd thoughts and come up with the most obscene and entrancing ideas.
The panting from Audra’s chest grew hotter and heavier as her muscles contracted. When she thought of how she’d been tempted, it wasn’t the succession of faces she thought of, it was putting their words into the Empress’ mouth.
“ Let me slurp on your fat balls, Audra dear…”
The lewd words in the Empress’ voice made Audra hiss as a globule of precum sailed into the spittoon. It was blasphemy to put such obscene, such vile, such vulgar words into the Empress’ mouth, but Audra couldn’t help it. Once she’d been teased with the possibility of these absurd, foul sexual acts, she couldn’t not think of the Empress offering them to her. The image of the Empress letting Audra sit on her face while her cock rested between the breasts that nourished nations, or the Empress wearing nothing but a collar while Audra took her for a walk in the worst parts of the worst cities in the world, fucking her in front of crowds of drooling perverts, these and more danced in Audra’s mind as she masturbated.
She never told anyone what she fantasized about, but she knew that she let out enough strained moans that at least Rowdy knew what was in her mind.
“ Put your babies in me, Audra…”
The fantasy whispered in Audra’s ear, and the elf gasped as she went over the edge. She spurted, ropes of thick, viscous cum landing in the metal pot, each twitch of her balls leading to another blast from her swollen cock-head. Again and again she let loose the heavy sperm until, panting and sweating, she filled the spittoon almost a third of the way with the squid-smelling liquid, the shape of the spittoon concentrating the steaming vapors rising from the warm soup within.
Wiping at her forehead with a handkerchief, Audra shook her slowly-softening cock over the spittoon, to try and get the last drops out, only for a stray droplet to hit her in the face. Groaning in embarrassment, she wiped it off, sticking her cock back into her pants sloppily, already sensing that she’d failed to keep her pants perfectly clean.
Looking at her watch, her eyes shot open. She had spent too long thinking of all the dirty things she could do with Tuuli. She was late!
Rushing out of the parlor, her pants mostly-buttoned, Audra shot past a surprised maid who, once she went into the parlor and got a whiff of the spittoon, almost fainted.
The Empress had a number of private parlors that were forbidden to all but her most trusted subjects and friends, reflecting the different seasons. For this meeting, Audra ran to the Spring parlor, knocking on the pale-green doors with less dignity than she’d been hoping to show.
“Audra, come in, please,” Tuuli’s voice came through the door as clear as brisk mountain water. There was no hint of disappointment or annoyance, but that didn’t stop Audra’s nervousness. She quickly opened the door with her head bowed and, after closing it behind her, took an apologetic knee, her cock squeezed tight against the crotch of her uniform by the action.
“I must apologize with all my heart and soul, My Sovereign,” she said seriously, “I had no intention of making Your Radiance wait on one so lowly as myself, especially when it was your personal command that I come.” Audra stared hard at the tiled floor, cursing her inability to be strong and avoid masturbating.
A light giggle came from above her. “You don’t need to be so formal, Audie. Come, join me in my afternoon tea.” A gentle hand touched Audra’s shoulder, and the elf looked up.
Above her was the beauty of the world. Empress Tuuli had no equal among elves or men. Her face, only a little obscured in this position by her bosom, was soft and inviting, her small nose and slightly-pointed chin etched indelibly into Audra’s fantasies as being underneath her cock. Audra rose to her feet at the Empress’ bidding, swallowing in a dry throat as the ruler of the Elf-home brought her to a small table with some tea waiting for her.
Audra shook with nervousness. Tuuli’s dress was so thin, so amazingly woven in centuries past, that Audra could see the pale hips and inviting buttocks through the fabric. She knew all the jokes men made about the “Exhibitionist Empress,” but she knew how wrong they were! Tuuli was so pure, so above the world, that such thoughts would never enter her mind, full of high-minded ideals! But seeing the small nipples, dark pink under the dress, Audra’s cock strained at her uniform, drooling slime out of her foreskin.
Tea was accompanied by a fine conversation. Or rather, Tuuli spoke to Audra, and Audra variously nodded or let out a little noise. As always happened, her tongue couldn’t move. She was struck dumb. All her feelings, they couldn’t come out of her, when finally confronted by the object of her affections. Tuuli giggled, and Audra wanted to hear that giggle under her body. Tuuli sighed, and Audra wanted that sigh to come from two sweaty bodies, well and truly exhausted by mutual enjoyment.
Tuuli spoke of many things, of poetry, of the new machines Audra had seen in different countries, and more. But after some time, she took a deep breath. Audra’s hands tightened on her thighs. Such a sigh could only mean that some heavy thought was on the Empress’ mind!
“Audra…” she said, dabbing a napkin at her mouth, “I know you have only just returned to the capital, and even though you told everyone it was for pleasure, I know you did it for my sake.”
That was undoubtedly true.
“But I have sensed something brewing, a danger to Elf-home and all my subjects. I must ask of you to do something else on my behalf…”
Audra’s heart stopped. Was this it? Was this her chance to propose to the Empress? Was Tuuli ready to birth another royal elven line of descent, and asking her to take this momentous step?
Tuuli fidgeted. It was such a small movement, but it made Audra love her even more. She could have commanded Audra to charge an entire battalion of skeleton gunners, but she was so kind that she considered Audra’s feelings even in less serious matters.
“Yes, I’m ready!” Audra said, finally able to string some words together.
Tuuli smiled apologetically, knowing that Audra had something different in mind, but still needing her help. “I need you to take a governorship, far to the east...”
*****
Audra sighed. No, there was no escape in her memories from this uncomfortable experience. She heard a familiar voice sweet talk a giggling girl behind her, until the giggling stopped, and a sharp CRACK resounded.
“How did I allow you to convince me to do this, Rowdy?” she asked the man stumbling up to her side, currently imbibing enough liquor to embalm a horse, and sporting a mighty fine handprint in red on his cheek.
Rhodri Ban had, at one point, been in the dress uniform of a Colonel in the Arel Lifeguards Regiment, but somehow three days of celebration had seen more and more parts of his uniform disappear. The man was an adventurer in all senses of the word. He’d traveled three continents, fought in five wars, sometimes the same war on different sides, seduced a hundred ladies of high birth and a thousand bourgeois maidens, and kept his exaggerations just plausible enough to be thought trustworthy. He claimed to be middle-aged, but he’d claimed that for the 15 years that Audra had known him. He’d still been the most helpful and trustworthy of the small entourage she’d arrived at Milove Raion with the year before, and the one who had come up with this whole idea.
The man took a swig from the bottle of alcohol and laughed, undaunted by any temporary setback, knowing that love was a war, not a battle. “As if you don’t love it! C’mon Audra, have some fun!” He was about to continue when one of the lamia chiefs slithered up and kissed him, her arms pulling him a few inches off the ground. When she broke the kiss, she spoke a few words to him that Audra didn’t understand, but he responded to in his butchered accent eagerly. Rowdy turned and saw the look the elf was giving him. “It’s a gesture of respect around here! You have no idea what kind of impact you’re making with this.”
“Pray tell me once more, because as far as I can see, I’ve wasted three days listening to interminable wailing, being force-fed meat, having to avoid staring at all the nudity, and falling behind in my work .”
Rowdy laughed. Being kissed by another serving-woman, he took a jug of liquor from her hands and threw it at Audra, who caught it in her lap. Unstopping the top, the elf was immediately attacked by the strong, sharp smell, so different from the delicate floral notes of the elf-wines of the Capital. Lifting the rough jug to her lips, Audra took a swig, fighting the urge to cough at the painful burning in her throat as it went down.
“Work can wait for a bit while you’re getting married! Think of your career, Audra,” Rowdy said, his voice amazingly sober for having drunk so much. “Getting Queen Maskhet as your mother-in-law is going to smooth your administration’s troubles real quick-like! Amazing negotiator you have, if I say so myself. Way better at dealing with the locals than Mav Tomar, eh?”
Audra took another swig. “Please don’t say his name out loud, I really don’t want to think about him right now.”
The previous Commissioner, Mav Tomar, had been as corrupt as they come, and hidden his corruption by constantly calling for expensive troop deployments. He’d run off to some hidden kingdom with his ill-gotten gains once the full extent of his perfidy and mismanagement had come to light. It had been his failures over 8 years that had pushed Tuuli into appointing someone she could trust implicitly to the position, and Audra had thrown herself into fixing the administration to try and cope with her loneliness and disappointment. It had worked, at first.
What had caused some real trouble was that some major players in the area had gotten used to Mav Tomar’s style of bad governance. With Audra’s return, the tax books and cadastral surveys had become more honest, and for many of the people of the kingdoms, that was a threat. Audra had tried everything that came to her mind about how to govern properly, but it had only made the people more wary of her. When she moved her administration to the central city of Boskol, to make sure that she could reach all corners of the region more easily, it had caused the lamia of Djaro to do more than just talk of rebellion.
Audra had spent restless nights poring over maps of defensible locations, placing precious cannons in her mind, loathing that she would have to present bloodshed and rebellion to Tuuli, when Rhodri had returned from his meeting with Queen Maskhet, ruler of Djaro. Peace could be had, and all talk of fire and war silenced completely… if Audra married Maskhet’s youngest daughter, the Princess Rusuda.
Such was the price Audra was willing to pay, to keep the peace in her love’s realms, that she would marry a strange snakewoman, sight unseen. It hurt her heart just thinking about it. The expectation of what would come from this ceremony was obvious, but Audra didn’t want to admit it. To admit it was to admit that Tuuli might be forever beyond her, that her love would never be consummated. Maybe it was selfish, but Audra wondered if she’d earned the right to be a little selfish by then.
Rhodri grabbed a leg of lamb and started gnawing on it. He sighed when he saw the look in Audra’s eyes. “Really, it’s not like you’re already married or something. I honestly don’t know what y’all have against polygamy – I say the more weddings the better.” He tried to lighten Audra’s mood, swallowing a chunk of lamb. “Look at the soldiers!”
The Imperial soldiers that had come with Audra, ostensibly to guard her, seemed to be truly enjoying the celebration. The greatcoats and shakos were piled in great heaps, drunken sergeants and private soldiers sleeping on makeshift beds on the ground. Human and elf from the Empire mingled with the recently “conquered” lamia, and even the minotaurs and cows that lived on the most inhospitable mountains and plateaus, who acknowledged no master above their warchiefs. For a moment, tribal feuds, personal grudges, and political interests seemed forgotten.
It seemed nice to Audra, but no matter that she was supposed to be the star of the show, she felt she was on the outside looking in. There was happiness, but it didn’t touch her. She could only think about how Tuuli might react on hearing what was taking place. Would she be disappointed? Happy? Disconsolate? Audra couldn’t predict it, and she couldn’t figure out what she wanted the Empress to feel, either.
The moon was high in the night sky, full and bright, showing in the distance the silhouette of the Iron Mountains whose peaks hurtled into the air. Before Rowdy could try to cheer Audra up another way, he was spirited away, underarm and smiling, by a lamia with long red hair and a red and pink scaled tail. It felt a little like having her lifeline pulled out of Audra’s hands. Especially as Audra knew this night was the culmination of the celebration. Tonight, she was to be wed to her bride.
Audra knew what a wedding was supposed to be like. Yes there was feasting, but it was the fine fare of greens and vegetables and fish, and yes there was song, but it was the singing of songs from the Imperial Hymnbook. Where were the glasses to be broken?
If Audra had had a moment, she might have been able to figure out that her discomfort was not really with the ceremony she was in the middle of, but that she was in the middle of a ceremony the semantics of which she knew only the barest outline. All creatures knew what marriage was, even the basest of goblins, lest how would any of their races propagate? But what was to be expected of Audra from her bride? She knew what an elven husband had to do, but what did husbands to the lamia do?
Taking another swig of the harsh liquor, Audra unbuttoned her uniform coat at her neck, sweating in the cool Spring air from all the bonfires. She tried not to think about how badly she’d need to have her uniform laundered to get the smell of the past three days out. She’d lost track of the stains left on it from wines and greases, a state of affairs that, if she thought about it any more, would leave her a wreck. “ But you must accept it!” Rowdy had told her, “you need to have a dozen unknown species of animal shoved in your mouth, it’s all to boost your virility!”
But despite the aphrodisiacs and intoxicating sights and sounds, Audra still felt limp and depressed.
From the edge of the celebration came a great cry, rising and falling in pitch. Audra stood up, the sudden movement sending a wave of unsteadiness through her limbs. The plains minotaurs drummed on their immense instruments, sending vibrations miles away to the other ridges and hills of the mountainous country. In the distance, Audra could see a procession heading her way, slithering at a sedate pace. At its head was the venerable Queen Maskhet, Lady of a Hundred Husbands, latest of the long line of sometimes sovereign but always respected rulers of Djaro.
Maskhet was arrayed in finery that would have put matrons of the Capital to shame, with gems of exquisite cutting pasted to her olive-brown face. The reflections of the bonfires made her look as if she were made of fire as well, and the gems were actually windows into the vigorous soul beneath her flesh.
Maskhet approached Audra, and stopped close enough for Audra to see the royal’s forked tongue snake out twice quickly. Audra bowed, in the manner she’d seen the people of Boskol do so when they’d come to call on her, and Maskhet bowed in return. Her gray hair glittered as she came back up, with a satisfied smile on her face, showing her sharp teeth.
“Oh Honorable One,” Maskhet began, her Imperial surprisingly good, “under the eyes of the gods and goddesses, I give to you a most precious gift.” She slithered to the side, presenting a lamia, hidden under a hundred layers of glittering finery, with nets weaved from precious metals piled on top of one another, small bells jangling with her movements. It was a disconcerting way to meet Rusuda, to say the least.
“Under moon and stars, I see no more brilliant light than that which you present to me,” Audra replied as she’d been carefully coached. She would do her duty, that was certain. If this was what she had to do to keep the peace, then she’d do it. Tuuli was counting on her to do what was right, no matter how hard it was.
Both soon-to-be spouses were led to the dual throne, and enthroned among ululations that made Audra want to wince, the strange singing clashing with the minotaurs’ drums and the huge cymbals of the undermountain kobolds.
Audra tried to sneak glances of her bride, but the veils covered her from head to halfway down her tail. Rusuda’s hands came out of the garments, and Audra could see they were large, larger than her own, the fingers delicate and showing signs of being pricked by needles. Had she done some of the sewing or embroidery for her own wedding veil? There was no way she could have done it all herself, was there?
The wedding culminated in a blessing of the couple by various priests, priestesses, and spiritual figures of the major cults, the minor ones having already come and gone the previous days. Audra took Rusuda’s hand in her own, and the two had their wrists tied together while all there celebrated. Audra smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. This wasn’t the wedding she’d wanted.
Finally, the climax of the ceremony had arrived. The throne was carried by several minotaurs towards a tent of heavy construction, and the couple were dropped off inside the cushion-laden interior. The last sight Audra saw before the tent flap was closed and tied up from the outside was Rowdy giving her a thumbs up, two busty redheaded lamia fawning over him.
Inside the tent, Audra poured herself a heavy glass of strong liquor. She watched her bride’s back as Rusuda began to take off the veil. Layer by layer came off, and little by little Audra saw more of the lamia’s body. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen one nude, she’d seen plenty of Rusuda’s countrywomen bare their skin, but in the tent, where there was only a few dozen feet between them, the atmosphere was different. She wasn’t a high government official in here – she was a husband.
She tried to observe Rusuda as a husband would, then. The lamia’s tail was thick at the hips, tapering only slowly along her majestic length of blue-green scales that glittered in the candlelight, coming to a rattle at the end. As she stripped, the rattle shook, and Audra finally realized why little bells were so common on lamia. Rusuda’s arms pulled more veils off, revealing her tall, stately, nude back. Finally, she took off the last few layers, and her long, dark red hair tumbled down her back.
She saw Rusuda take a deep breath, and nervously glance over her shoulder. Audra’s eyes met the purple gems that were the lamia’s irises, and Audra’s heart skipped a beat. When she turned around, Audra was met with a sight of fantastical beauty and eroticism. The lamia wore delicate chains of crystal-clear glass and silver that dangled between the gold caps that clung to her nipples, golden circles in the center of huge, dark pink areolae. Her soft belly held the sheerest purple silk over her femininity, resting right where her tan skin merged with her enticing scales. The candlelight glided over her body as she displayed herself for Audra.
How different she was from Tuuli! Where Tuuli was short, Rusuda was long and tall, taller than Audra even. Where Tuuli was thin, Rusuda was plump. Where Tuuli’s breasts were just big enough to spill out over Audra’s hands, Rusuda’s were gigantic udders, each one twice as large as Audra’s head, hanging low with intense weight.
“Me… know not… elf tongue… well yet…” Rusuda said in halting Imperial, her cheeks already a little dark with blushing, “but Rusuda happy!” The princess smiled, her forked tongue sliding out between her lips. But when she saw the look in Audra’s eyes, Audra knew that she’d worn far too much of her heart on her sleeve. “Audra Husband happy too?”
“Yes!” Audra responded quickly. “Audra is happy to have… such a beautiful wife!” The compliment made Rusuda’s eyes sparkle. The lamia slithered up to Audra, and hugged her tightly. The grip was powerful and, buried between the huge breasts as Audra was, not entirely an unhappy position to be in. It certainly made her crotch begin to stir.
Rusuda felt the twitching below her pussy, and gasped. “Already Audra Husband is strong!” The princess shook her tail rattle pleasantly. “May we…?” she asked Audra, looking up at her from the lamia’s cleavage.
“May we…?” Audra repeated.
“Oh! Do not me make say it!” Rusuda pleaded theatrically. “Embarrassing!” She swung Audra around from side to side. When she stopped, Audra had to blink a few times, for the smell and heat of the breasts around her, even more than the swinging, had her dizzy.
Rusuda took Audra’s silence for teasing, and took a deep breath in. “May we… babies? Make babies?” As she said it, Audra felt the heat pouring from Rusuda’s pussy, and a powerful erection from her clitoris. No, this was no delicate elf-maiden here. But the smell, the heat, maybe even the liquor, it was all sinking into Audra.
“Can we kiss first?” Audra mumbled, her cheeks squished by Rusuda’s breasts.
“Ah! Of course, Husband!” Rusuda gasped. “Rusuda is sorry for lewd words!” The lamia carried Audra to the pile of pillows and blankets that were the preferred beds of the snakewomen, and laid next to her. Before Audra could say anything, Rusuda kissed her.
The kiss was the most passionate she’d ever had. It was even more intense than the time Rhodri had kissed her when they thought they were going to die, overrun by shade soldiers. Rusuda’s tongue, long and dextrous, slipped in and out of Audra’s mouth, tasting her and being tasted at the same time. The snake’s tongue had the slightest tang, like watered down lemon-juice. Audra was surprised by it, but it wasn’t bad.
If kissing was a greeting like Rowdy had said, it certainly explained why the princess was so good at it. She alternated between deep, soulful kisses, and light pecks at Audra’s cheeks, nose, and ear. When the forked tongue went over Audra’s long, sharp ear, the elf shivered unexpectedly. Rusuda noticed it, giggling. She flicked her tongue barely over the inside, and Audra hissed at how tight her uniform trousers suddenly were. “Audra Husband has sensitive ears, hrmmm? Rusuda will remember forever!” the lamia said, her feeling of triumph filling her heart.
Audra, for her part, loathed to be wholly passive, but struggled. Was this betraying Tuuli? Was she living up to the elves of old? Was she just using this seemingly sweet young woman for political ends, without respecting her happiness? To just abandon all thought, launch herself into Rusuda’s already drooling and needy hole, and pump the snake’s womb full of elven virility – it was clearly what her cock wanted, but was it the right thing to do?
As the two lay on the pillows, kissing, Audra felt Rusuda’s tail begin to slide around her body, starting down by her ankles. Little by little, the tail moved from under Audra’s legs then above them, and then again, and then a third time. Audra didn’t know if Rusuda was even aware of it, the way the princess was so engrossed in their kisses. When the tail tip got close enough, Audra reached down and took hold of the rattle.
The response was instantaneous. Rusuda gasped, her eyes shutting tightly, and Audra was terrified she had just hurt the girl. But after a moment of grimacing, Rusuda opened her eyes, and they shined more brightly than the stars in the sky. “Oh Husband! More! More! Rusuda never… never knew her rattle could feel so good!”
Audra began squeezing the rattle, feeling the smooth, hard surface. Each movement she made caused Rusuda to shiver or squeak. When Audra slid her palm up and down the bumpy length, Rusuda moaned loudly, and a rush of liquid told Audra that she’d just made her wife orgasm. The spray drenched the lamia’s little silk loin covering, to splash over Audra’s uniform. The soldier would have worried about cleaning it, but the husband was too busy trying not to tear her pants apart with her erection.
It was absurd how hard she was. This woman was totally different from Tuuli, but these reactions she was having were those she’d only had when thinking of the Empress before. Was her body betraying her heart? Was she doomed to settle for someone she only lusted for, but didn’t love?
Rusuda panted, her heaving breasts laying heavily on top of Audra’s chest. “Husband Audra… Rusuda wants to tell a secret…”
Audra shifted her eyes. “What is it?”
Rusuda blushed, her cheeks turning dark red. “Rusuda always wanted to be a bride… Rusuda sewed all her own veils… but Rusuda was worried she would be bride for brutish minotaur or cruel kobold lord. Rusuda thought… Rusuda thought she’d only be happy one night…!” She started crying.
Audra’s eyes widened. All those veils, all done by her alone? The dedication to a day of happiness that might be marred because of the partner… it touched Audra’s heart, and sympathy flowed through her. But it also punched Audra in the gut. This whole time she’d been treating Rusuda as some natural disaster she had to live with, but the lamia was as much a creature of reason and affection as she was, with her own dreams! This was supposed to be the beginning of Rusuda’s happily married life, and Audra was treating it like a prison sentence. Wasn’t that worse than having some thoughtless hedonist or brute as a spouse? At least they’d treat Rusuda as a sexual outlet, if not much else.
“ Forgive me, Tuuli, but I have to make someone else happy first!” she prayed in her heart, hoping her thoughts and motivations could reach the far-off Sovereign.
“You need fear them not, Rusuda…” Audra whispered, wiping away Rusuda’s tears. “My bride, I will make you happy every day…!” she said, unconsciously grinning the way she did before a cavalry charge, her brown hair around her head like a messy halo.
Rusuda stopped sniffling, and smiled back. “Then we make babies now?”
Audra, relaxing, tickled Rusuda’s rattle. “Is that what you want, princess? You want your husband’s children growing in your womb so quickly?” The rattle swung around quickly, making a powerful shaking noise. “You sure you don’t want your husband to make you squeal…?”
“Hiiih!” Rusuda squeaked. “Rusuda want… Rusuda want both, but… but she wants to cons… convu… monmusumate her marriage to Audra!”
Audra, pushing herself up on one elbow, ran her thumb over the tip of the rattle. “Well, if my beautiful bride asks so nicely, there’s no way I can refuse, can I?” Pushing Rusuda over, the tail pulled Audra up on top of her. Rusuda’s breasts strained at the chain between her golden nipple cups. Audra slipped her fingers under both caps and, wiggling her fingers in ways that made Rusuda shake and moan, biting a her knuckle, managed to work both caps off. Both had little barbells underneath that stuck into Rusuda’s huge, sunken nipples. Pulling them free also pulled out the lamia’s nipples, and both free breasts then spilled to the sides in giant softness.
Audra took a cap and licked at it, tasting sweat and a little bit of milk on the metal. She remembered some of the lewd things she’d heard Rowdy and her soldiers say in the past, trying to be sexy and in charge. “Mmm… is princess full of milk already? No wonder her mind is full of babies, sucking at her teats to drain them!”
Rusuda squealed in half-embarrassment, half-joy at what she was hearing. Audra thought it was silly to say, but even as she said it, her cock felt like it was about to tear her uniform apart, and she could already feel the dampness leaking from her tip.
Audra unbuttoned her top, throwing her pelisse and dolman to the side, and then pulling off her shirt, revealing her nude top. Rusuda gasped at the scars she saw, her hands reaching up to touch them. Many of them might have been older than Rusuda herself, Audra thought. Wriggling her legs out of Rusuda’s tail while she was distracted, Audra began unbuttoning her trousers. When Rusuda noticed, she bit her lip in anticipation.
When Audra’s cock sprung free, the lamia gasped in excitement. “Audra Husband is the size of a minotaur!” she said, Audra thought with some exaggeration. Rusuda helped Audra shuffle her pants off, and the nude elf straddled her new bride.
“This minotaur is going to make you moo, princess!” Audra said, practically seeing the stars in the lamia’s eyes.
She pulled at the silk loin covering, revealing the lamia’s pussy. It was very different from an elf’s, but it was still recognizable as a woman’s. Situated just under the line where skin turned into scales, Rusuda’s pussy was as tall as Audra’s hand was wide, her labia the same dark brown color as her nipples, tight and virginal despite the large size. At the top, Rusuda’s clitoris stood proudly erect like the prow of a sailing ship, a thumb-length tall from Rusuda’s pale green under-scales. Green hair stood around the sensitive flesh.
Audra slapped the clitoris with her cock, and Rusuda arched her back, groaning. Another slap, and a spray of liquid shot out of Rusuda’s pussy, splashing across Audra’s painfully-erect penis. Clear, slimy precum drooled from Audra’s tip onto Rusuda’s pubic hair as the elf panted, taking deep breaths of the sex-drenched air.
Shaking with nervousness and anticipation herself, Audra pressed the tip of her cock against Rusuda’s pussy. The heat and damp liquid engulfed the tip, and she had to tighten her muscles to keep from cumming right then and there. She’d always wondered how it felt to have sex, and now she was about to get it. But she paused, her head squeezed by the tight flesh, worried about how to actually go inside.
Rusuda’s hands slipped up around Audra’s neck, and pulled her in for a kiss. As the princess fell backwards, Audra tipped forward, and her cock slid deeper into Rusuda. Audra’s feet lost purchase, and she fell into the lamia. In an instant, the elf’s cock was engulfed, wrapped tightly by soft, warm, wet flesh, more pleasurable than anything Audra had tried with her hands before.
There was no way Audra could stand that pleasurable attack. She came instantly, her balls squeezing and shooting out rope after rope of thick, gooey elven virility inside Rusuda. The princess squealed happily against Audra’s lips, feeling the warmth inside of her.
“I’m… I’m sorry I came…” Audra panted after breaking the kiss. “Truth be told… this is my first time too…” she admitted, embarrassed at her premature ejaculation.
Rusuda’s mouth formed an O of realization. “Audra Husband had no wives before Rusuda?! Rusuda is so happy she can be Audra’s first!” She kissed at Audra’s face over and over again excitedly. “Why is Audra worried? Audra is still strong in Rusuda, she can feel it!”
Audra thought for a moment, and sure enough, within the soft, warm morass of Rusuda’s depths, she was still just as hard as she had been before. She lifted her hips, and Rusuda squeezed her tail muscles, trying to keep Audra from pulling out. “Noooooo…!” she moaned, making Audra even harder.
The elf pulled her cock out, slimy and covered in jizz, until only the head remained inside Rusuda. The princess squirmed, trying to push her tail up to swallow more of Audra’s cock. Only when Rusuda let out a desperate groan did Audra slam her hips down, shoving her organ deep into the lamia, even feeling something solid near her tip.
“Oooooohhhh!” Rusuda moaned at the deep assault. She kept moaning as Audra pounded her, the elf’s hips rising and falling, each thrust spurting out the creamy semen from the tunnel, mashing it into a frothy, bubbly mess that coated both of their crotches.
When Audra came again, it made Rusuda orgasm, and Audra audibly gasped at how tightly the snake’s muscles squeezed on her. She felt like she was being milked, and it was an incredible feeling. Her body shook, not from any kind of chill, but the feeling of her cum draining out of her balls and splashing into Rusuda’s deep tunnel. But when she saw Rusuda’s happy face, she got another burst of energy, and this time she shoved herself deep in, and instead of long, slow strokes, pounded Rusuda with short pistoning motions. Rusuda responded by holding Audra in her cleavage, grabbing her tits and squeezing them around the elf’s head again.
Audra came in Rusuda another three times like that. She began to pant a little, so Rusuda helped her by wrapping her tail around Audra’s waist and helping Audra thrust herself into her hole. After a few more orgasms on both sides, even Rusuda was feeling a little dizzy.
The pair collapsed on top of each other, sweating and panting. Audra idly played with one of Rusuda’s nipples, and Rusuda’s rattle ran over Audra’s balls from behind. It was strange, Audra thought. The dam had collapsed, and she didn’t mind spending more time with this excitable, energetic lamia. The thought of her belly swelling with Audra’s children made one last spurt of cum dribble out of her cock and into Rusuda.
Rusuda purred like a happy kitten. Even through the thick walls of the tent, narrow streamers of pale blue light signaled the coming of dawn, telling the newlyweds just how long they’d been consummating their marriage. “Did Audra want to return to Boskol?” Rusuda asked, running her fingers through Audra’s hair. “Rusuda knows she works very hard.”
Audra thought about it, and decided that maybe Rowdy had had a point. “Work can wait. Let’s make sure you’re pregnant first.” She nestled her head in Rusuda’s cleavage. “Maybe after a nap, though!”
The princess giggled. “Oh, Rusuda is so happy to be Audra’s bride! Rusuda has the best husband…” She continued stroking Audra’s head gently as their eyes slowly closed. “Rusuda is so happy she sent Tuules Friend her letter asking for a good husband…” she muttered.
Audra took note of the information and carefully filed it in her memory, before letting her eyes close and the smell and warmth of Rusuda’s body carry her to sleep.
In the distant capital, Tuuli rubbed herself raw, thinking of Audra and her pen pal Snek Princess, and hoping that this was what Audra needed to finally relax a little. She needed another consort herself soon!